#orange star watcher

[theorangestarwatcher]

I have a question.

-@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

★...okay? Go ahead.★

☆Why's this one—☆

☆Hey.☆

☆—Is for horses— she has a point.☆

☆Wait really?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

☆He'd been walking for a while, just to move. He went all around the town through streets of identical houses, but at some point, his eyes spot a door. Broken down. The home's been empty for a while, that's for sure. But there's an energy in there. One no mortal could replicate.☆

☆Destruction.☆

☆...his curiosity gets the better of him. He wanders in.☆

@theorangestarwatcher

Despite the house radiating thick energy, it’s only really powerful the deeper in he gets, the consistent buzz getting louder and more nauseating. The power concentrates behind a half-closed bedroom door. Cracks of black wood peek out from under the doorframe.

[theorangestarwatcher]

In another timeline, Katherine's life isn't much different than the one they had before meeting The Lords. Like always, they're turned to their workspace whenever there is a lull in customers.

They're working on repairing a music box, glasses on over their focused gaze. They notice someone watching them, and still.

"H-hello?"

( @star-lit-clementine )

☆Universe-hopping was always fun— he likes to see the different versions of characters. But this time, the reason is less...sadistic, so to speak.☆

☆Hidden away in shadow, a cat lounges around the workplace. The only sign of existence is its energy and that stare.☆

[theorangestarwatcher]

....Starry? Can you hear me?

( @star-lit-clementine )

★...Hello again. Yes, I can.★

☆Are y'upset?☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

☆Flowers.☆

☆The thought of them leaked into his conversations, his imagination filled with a sight he has never laid his eyes upon. Millions of them, all different seemed to hold his attention hostage with the demand of existence. The thorns some would have, the poision others would bear. The smells, sweet and distinct; he wanted to do that more. Smell. Touch, if possible. Flowers with as many colors as the weapon he has— Static, it'll be called later.☆

☆Flowers. The beauty of them. Yes, he wanted flowers. As of now (whenever now was,) any attempt to make it without Brother's help has proven fruitless, but the second one is not a quitter. Unfortunately, this means this body must bear the ache and press on with Creation. He has to make something, doesn't he? Just like Him.☆

☆So, in a separate part of the Void, away from Him, he warms and cool and droops and clenches and whines in the attempt to make flowers.☆

@theorangestarwatcher

The Void is wide, and limitless enough, for Eyes not to see anything with long enough distance. The second one can do as he pleases.

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

☆A young man jumps from tree to tree in the Witchwood. He swings on some, leaps on others, even walks on the top branches. Things that grow in the Witchwood grow fast, big, and different. But he likes this kind of different. There's leaves stuck in his red hair.☆

☆And all the while he's singing a tune.☆

"...da da da, skipping lyrics 'n all...A witch becomes a coward, when you remember who you are...doo doo...yeah, I forgot the rest."

( @stars-all-around )

The Witchwood crawls with godly and other supernatural presences. Eyes carefully watch this, for lack of a better term, intrusion. But they are not like Bliklotep's. The Witchwood's keeper stays hidden for now.

...

[theorangestarwatcher]

Once upon.

Not “upon a time.” Time? In a vacuum of swirling greys reaching across as it encompasses all there currently was? No, the word had hardly even been considered yet. Unlike many other things - that’s what they widely were, things - such as eye or feather or…what else there will be. There would surely be more. Such was the way of being, so far. An existence plainly led.

So once upon, the swirling maw has been mentioned. The Void. Fittingly named. It held little in itself, a collection of ambiguous shapes differently colored, frayed and fuzzy at their edges as if never fully realized. Just tests. Irrelevant now.

The Void wasn’t only home to the insentient blobs of matter. (What was a home?) It held creatures, with their noises of speech and fluid bodies to move with, and thousands of eyes, and their reign. Their regard for each other.

The two.

…What were they again?

@thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite

☆For the most part, the Void is dark. A swirling sea of dark grey, it doesn't seem to provide much light. The younger creature, however, will happily supply it.☆

☆He spins around the limitless oblivion, loudly as he can. Which, if the noise wasn't enough to tip you off where he was, the glow emitting from him would be. The first star, searching for his companion. And screeching loudly as he does so.☆

☆Clicks and chirps were what most of his vocabulary consisted of. However, there was the occasional word. Such as—☆

★Brother! Brother. H'llo! Brother. Brother?★

☆...yeah, I think you get the idea.☆

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

☆A man takes a walk in the woods, humming to himself old tunes. He makes sure to keep a distance from the trees; the grass itself seems to curl a little with his mere presence. It would be a nice feat of power if he didn't seem so upset by it.☆

@theorangestarwatcher (>:3)

The energy surrounding the woods is always there, but there is no god to accompany it.

Until Webby, practiced, careful, in a sweater as opposed to her dress, leans lightly on a tree as she reappears from wherever she’d been. She rubs at an eye, not noticing him yet.